[ Featuring the Used Kids ]
The irony's not lost on me
The element of surprise
You didn't think you'd ever see
Us coming from the skies
Not supposed to be up there
The treaty that you forced our hand to sign
Funded by your allies
Fuel comes from them too
They've known our plans all this time
Chose money over you
Superior in every way
Sirens warn the incoming air raid
Mercilessly relentless
Strategically precise
Reduce it to nothingness
You pay a heavy price
Idly we'd bide our time
Been building up to this
In the sky you see us shine
Drop you another kiss
As the shockwave ripples through
You're terrified of what else we may do
Do to you
